Thursday, November 19, 2009

This is my baby doll and highchair from when I was small. She is well travelled, moving interstate and spending time packed away in the roofs of 5 houses as my parents moved around. I am very grateful that despite having to lug four lots of cradles, highchairs and dolls from house to house, my parents never thought of getting rid of these.

So as my kids are now starting to pretend, it was time for "I can't remember her name*" to come down from the roof.

The kids do a great job of keeping her well fed and making sure she has lots to drink.....

but still, she's in a bad way. Her stuffing has flattened making her way too floppy, she needs a good wash....

....and a bad position in the plastic container has left her head a little oddly shaped.... making her look just a bit too creepy. I apologise to those who will now have trouble getting to sleep tonight! But on the plus side, look how happy she is within herself!

So after her success with Webster, Dr B Cardigan has been paged and the operating theatre (aka washing machine/sewing machine) is being prepared.

For more creativeness, head over to visit Kirsty who is settling into her new space.

I have EXACTLY the same doll from my childhood! It is hiding in a cupboard as hubby is freaked out by it!

My parents still have the cot Dad made for it at their house too, waiting in case I have a girl one day. My twin sister has the same doll, of course and so did our best friend in primary school. Mum made our dolls clothes and some of our clothes as babies fitted her, so the dolls would get dressed up and have naps. Mum even made us yellow sheets sets for our cots! Oh, you have just brought back so many memories! Your little ones are going to have so many lovely memories like this too.

There is something very cool about your kids playing with toys that you used to play with, isn't there? We have a Fisher Price Happy Apple and wooden blocks (among other things) amusing their second generation.

Can't wait tosee how the 'doctor' goes Nikki.There is an endless stream of bowls, bibs and spoons to be found around my house too. At least they no longer grab the newborn nappies and take off with them though...

Nikki I have a 'Chucky' fear from I was exposed to the movie when I was WAY to young. Dolls tend to freak me out. Your doll freaks me out!! But I reckon you may just be able to fix her up...maybe a sun bake? Change the colour of her eyes? I dunno know but a family favourite deserves a 2nd life!!! Now to go and breath into a paper bag...

Sarah here insists on keeping and loving every doll that she encouters. My old dolls, every doll that someone else does't want anymore, you name it. And yes, some of those are really ugly, smudgy, or creepy, even after a wash. Ugh. On the other hand, I think it's kind of wonderful too, how she doesn't care a bit how they look. To her they are all evenly fantastic and sweet. :-)

Oh the wonders of the cabbage patch. My favourite was a little black "cabbage pbish" named Henrietta Bathsheba. Thankfully the speech impediment has been outgrown, and Henrietta is now getting regular cuddles from my cousins girls.

If you stick a squished ping pong ball in hot hot water it will re-expand and go back to the previous shape... are you game? I love that you have kept her for so very long, the kids look like they are really enjoying her company too. Peta

oh- I just met Webster- has he fully recovered from sugery? Good luck with ol' what's 'er name! My baby alive (which is what I continued to call her- go figure) featured in my blog recently. ahh, the good ol' days. Here's cheers for hoarding parents!

she does look like she has plenty of inner confidence and grace (or is that evil intent malicious plots?) Good luck to the good doctor! I'm in full on dolly-clothing-making mode here, since that's a decent part of Immy's Christmas present (Cole's doll will get an outfit too, but that doll prefers to be like his human - naked whenever possible!)

and ps didn't cabbage patches have the best names? THat said, now I can't remember the name of mine...